He shivers under the attention, humming in muted encouragement. This doesn't feel deserved, none of this does, but he's too weak to push Munson away, too weak to do anything but accept it. To reach and clutch at whatever kindness he can have until it necessarily turns to ash.
"Okay. I just...don't want to think about anything right now. I....too, I just. Can't think right now."
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"Okay. I just...don't want to think about anything right now. I....too, I just. Can't think right now."